Finely chopped parsley sprinkled on top oysters.Quail

Finely chopped parsley sprinkled on top oysters.Quail eggs.Roasted peanuts.Strawberries and champagne.She put out all kinds of food suposed to be aphrodisiac before she put out.He

passed out. Food-anticipatory overload. He'd never seen food like this. He was from Ethiopia. She'd laid out a pre-boots knockin' smorgasbord and he just lost it. When he opened

his mouth he couldn't help drooling over the abundance that was in front of him. He started wildly to grab the food, shoving it in his mouth, as if he feared it was all just an ill

-usion. The "food" was really just ice chips, a little food coloring and salt. "Salt! Are you trying to kill us?" He hit the bars with such force that it knocked the guards back

through time to the forty-second century. With them out of the way, we rushed the salad bar. "Egads!" someone charismatic screamed. "It's just more ice chips, lettuce bits & salt!"

He was right. There were no bacon bits. We later found out that by the 30th century, pigs had become extinct. "They don't make salad bars like they used to," I said sadly, poking a

shiny fork into a hunk of spongy grey meat. It was happening again. The deja vu thing. I had definitely been here before. Wearing this uniform. Standing in this strange light.

Lined up behind a window with... Who are these people? And why are we all wearing handcuffs? I heard a scream I'd heard before: "HIM! He's the ONE!" A guard pushed me forward.

"You must have me mistaken for someone else!" I pleaded. The guard knuckle dusted me on the side of the head. Muscles busted the cuffs as my skin turned green. "Now I'm peeved!"